Q Lyrics

Q by Jam Baxter

• The end of the end blues ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds
• I slept in the queue extending in red plumes coiled round a rock restless
• Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence
• The slug trail marches
• Craning necks stretch into rams horn branches arching round shoulders
• Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks
• Fog falling
• Vendors in the distance, flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
• Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
• A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line
• One whisper tore through the doors yet again
• And soared high above the rest for a second
• Like a feathered friend shifting and burning in a simultaneous flash
• Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass
• Old hag sobbing into wine glass
• Dried bark smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part
• Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails
• Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience
• I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise
• And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest
• Push past them cut them and collide
• ‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners on the other side

• Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
• Following the cracks in the caramel crust
• Please save my place
• White lights whirling in the brain
• That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
• Please save my place
• So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
• Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
• Please queue here
• Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
• Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
• Let me guess
• Queue here

• “We will now serve civilian a trillion and four and snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws”
• Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak
• Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
• Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
• Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin
• Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath
• That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique
• Now, his flesh slipped off him
• To reveal his bones had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once
• And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood
• Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush
• Beating heart pukes a new gospel in a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust
• A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug
• Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above
• Lips stretched into plush red carpets
• Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
• Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage to pause for the cameras flashing
• Every pattern matching
• Mind splattering an intricate design on every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply
• Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky
• We will now serve civilian a trillion and five

• Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
• Following the cracks in the caramel crust
• Please save my place
• White lights whirling in the brain
• That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
• Please save my place
• So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
• Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
• Please queue here
• Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
• Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
• Let me guess
• Queue here

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